Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

"I...I discovered...five million is missing from the company's accounts!" Butler Liu's face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled so much that it was almost inaudible.

five million!

My heart sank; this was no small sum.

The new project had only been running for a week, and five million had vanished into thin air?

"What happened? Have you found out?" I suppressed my unease and tried my best to remain calm.

Butler Liu stammered, his eyes darting around, "I...I checked the accounts, but...but I couldn't find any expenditure records...This money...it's like...it's like it vanished into thin air..."

My hands clenched involuntarily, my nails almost digging into my flesh.

Gong Lin noticed my unusual behavior, reached out and took my hand, giving me a reassuring look.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

Now that things have come to this, panicking won't solve anything.

"Don't make a fuss yet," I instructed Butler Liu. "Continue the investigation secretly and find out exactly where the money went."

For the next few days, I was almost unable to eat or sleep.

The five million funding gap felt like a mountain pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.

With a new project about to launch, all efforts will be in vain if this gap cannot be filled in time.

I went around trying to contact investors I had previously met, hoping to secure new investment.

However, due to the shadow of the previous internal strife within the Gong family, many investors are taking a wait-and-see approach and are unwilling to make a move easily.

Just when I was almost in despair, I heard about a very prestigious investor in the industry, who was known for their insightful vision and demanding requirements.

I meticulously prepared a detailed project plan and, with a do-or-die determination, went to meet with the person in charge of this investor.

During the meeting, I not only elaborated on the project's potential but also shared my unique insights into the industry's future development, demonstrating my unwavering belief despite the Gong family's predicament. Moved by my sincerity and competence, they ultimately decided to invest a substantial sum, which immediately filled most of the funding gap.

Grandpa Gong originally held a prejudice against me, but after seeing my performance in turning the tide, he couldn't help but look at me with new respect.

He patted me on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Girl, you did a good job."

I smiled faintly, but I felt no relief whatsoever.

The five million shortfall was partially filled, but the remaining funding gap remains like a huge black hole, swallowing my hopes.

I looked at the report in my hand, my eyes gradually hardening.

“Gong Lin,” I turned to look at him, my tone calm, “I need your help.”

Gong Lin held my hand, his eyes firm. "Tell me, what do you need me to do?" He knew I wouldn't easily ask for help unless absolutely necessary, especially not from the Gong family.

I briefly explained the situation, without crying or complaining, simply stating the facts as calmly as if I were talking about the weather today.

I need funds, enough to fill the gap.

But I don't want to get this money directly from the Gong family.

Gong Lin was silent for a moment, then nodded. "I understand what you mean." He got up, went to his study, and made a phone call.

As I looked at his tall, straight back, a warm feeling welled up inside me.

I know he understands me.

He was actually quite conflicted, because he was raising funds for me without his family's knowledge, which was forbidden within the family. If discovered, Miao Qing might face even greater pressure. But seeing my tired yet determined eyes, he still decided to take the risk.

In the following days, Gong Lin began to go out frequently, and I vaguely sensed that he was secretly plotting something.

I didn't ask any questions; I just quietly dealt with the work at hand.

I know he is doing his best to help me, and all I can do is not let him down.

I turned my attention to a few small projects that I had previously put aside.

Although these projects are not very profitable, they are stable and can quickly recover funds.

I began to re-evaluate these projects and work on optimizations to maximize their profitability in the shortest possible time.

At the same time, I began to contact some new investors, most of whom I contacted through my own channels and had no direct financial relationship with the Gong family.

I presented my project plan and profit model to them and successfully persuaded some of them to invest.

The funding gap is gradually narrowing, and my pressure is easing accordingly.

However, just when I thought everything was going in the right direction, a new problem arose.

Halfway through an internet project, the technical team suddenly reported a major problem.

Several engineers responsible for the core technology said they had encountered an unprecedented technical bottleneck that they were unable to solve with their current level of expertise.

This news came like a bolt from the blue, plunging me into trouble once again.

I forced myself to calm down and carefully read the report submitted by the technical team.

The report was full of technical jargon, which left me completely confused.

But I didn't give up. I started looking up relevant technical information and contacted several highly respected experts in the industry. Combining my knowledge of the internet from my previous life, I hoped to find a solution to the problem.

Upon learning of this, Old Master Gong immediately convened a family meeting.

During the meeting, some family members began to question my abilities, and some even suggested replacing the project leader.

I listened quietly to their accusations, without defending myself or showing the slightest sign of panic.

“Everyone,” I said, waiting for them to finish before slowly rising to my feet, my gaze sweeping firmly over everyone present. I walked to the large screen in the conference room and opened the project materials I had prepared beforehand; images, data, and charts were displayed before everyone’s eyes.

“I know you all have doubts about me, but please believe me, I will definitely solve this problem.” I said, pointing to the data on the screen. “From the initial conception to the current progress, I have carefully planned every step of this project. Although we are facing difficulties now, this is also an opportunity.”

I looked at Old Master Gong with a firm gaze. "Give me a month. If I cannot resolve this issue within a month, I am willing to bear all the consequences." At this moment, the conference room was silent, with only the data on the large screen still flashing. Everyone was intimidated by my imposing presence.

A month—that's an almost impossible task.

I practically locked myself in my study, studying technical documents day and night, and holding remote meetings with experts.

My eyes were bloodshot, and my face was frighteningly pale.

Just when I was about to despair, a sudden inspiration struck me, and I remembered a famous event from my past life...

I picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hello, is this Professor Zhang? I have a new idea..."

I spent two whole days discussing the plan with Professor Zhang almost non-stop, revising, overturning, and rebuilding it again and again.

My brain was buzzing, but a near-hysterical sense of excitement kept me going.

Finally, on the morning of the twentieth day, as dawn broke, we found a breakthrough!

I immediately gathered the technical team and explained the new solution in detail.

The engineers were hesitant at first, but as I explained, hope gradually shone in their eyes.

After several days of intensive testing, the new plan has proven to be feasible!

The technical difficulties have been overcome!

The news thrilled the entire Gong family.

Even Grandpa Gong, who had always been prejudiced against me, smiled for once. He patted my shoulder heavily and said, "Girl, you really didn't disappoint me!" At that moment, all my fatigue vanished, and a great sense of accomplishment filled my heart.

However, things did not go as smoothly as I expected.

Just when I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, Old Chen jumped out again.

At a family meeting, he publicly questioned the high cost of hiring external experts, arguing that I was wasting family funds.

I had anticipated his move, so I pulled out a cost-benefit analysis report that I had prepared beforehand, and presented a well-reasoned argument proving that my approach not only did not waste money, but also saved the project a lot of time and costs.

Old Chen was rendered speechless by my retort, and sat back down with a livid face.

The project is progressing smoothly and is about to enter the final stage, but I feel a vague sense of unease.

It felt like the calm before a storm, suffocating.

One evening, I was organizing documents in my study when Gong Lin suddenly pushed open the door and came in. His expression was unusually serious.

“Miao Qing,” his voice was low, “I just received a phone call…” He paused, looking at me with a complicated expression, “It was… about the project…”